The last two were arguing politics and the country's welfare.

Rapp, Senior, believed and said that the country was going to the dogs, because the rich were getting richer and the poor were getting poorer.

The editor of the _Advance_ disputed this, and the postmaster intervened to ask if Rapp, Senior, had seen what our exports of wheat and cotton were lately.

Rapp, Senior, said he didn't care anything about that--it was the interests he was down on.

Herman Vielhaber, melding eighty kings, said it was a good rich-man's country, but also a good poor-man's country, because where could you find one half as good--not in all Europe--and he now laid down forty jacks, which he huskily called "yacks." Dave Cowan greeted the company and seated himself at a vacant table.
"Pull up a chair, Buzzer, and we'll drink to the life force--old electricity or something." "Yes, sir," said Wilbur, and seated himself.
Minna left the pinochle game to attend upon them.